M - if you walk away, i'll walk away

Haven Aatte · 03-04-2011, 10:25 PM

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Ooooooooh snap :o 500+

There had been talk of a new pack that had formed far east, off in the mountains. The Seneschal had been interested to learn more about this new pack, even if it weren't particularly close to Cour des Miracles. The damage caused by the storm had been fixed as well as it could and life had returned to some semblance of normalcy. He was not eager to leave his new family behind, even for a brief trip, but upon further thought Haven had decided now might be the best time to check things out. His pups were small now, and were not moving around much. One adult could easily watch them at this stage in their young lives. The longer he waited, the harder it would be to leave them in just the care of his mate or brother. So, even though it pained his heart to leave them, he had packed some things and headed out on Drogon to the east.

It was not a short journey and it was one made even longer by the snow that was still piled upon the ground from the storm that had hit the whole of Nova Scotia. The Knight would set up his camp at dusk, build a fire, and then amuse himself in one way or another until he fell asleep and then would ride back out when the sun rose the next morning. That was precisely what he was doing now, sitting in front of the fire he had built with a crudely carved piece of wood and knife. The only wood carving he had done before was to make the wooden blades that mimicked his own sword, but he had found on this trip it was a calming way to pass the time. The hunk of wood he held currently was slowly turning into a shape that was recognizable as a horse. If it was good enough, perhaps he would give it to his children to play with when they were older.

A shuffling noise came suddenly to his bi-colored ears and the Knight perked up, along with his steed who had been contentedly munching on the frozen grass he had pawed out from underneath the snow. Brows knit, the Aatte male stood up and strapped Vowkeeper on his back, absentmindedly pocketing the carving knife. He motioned for Drogon to stay and then quietly crept towards the direction the sounds were coming from. He hadn't walked for very long when he saw a lupine figure in the growing night, greedily eating at something it had apparently dug from the snow. The Court man was about to call out a greeting when the scent of the stranger hit his nose.

That smell. He knew that scent. It had clung disgustingly to his little sister's fur after he had found her brutalized in the Valley pack. The hackles along his neck and spine rose and a dangerous fire lit behind his jade orbs. "You." The word was spoken lowly, the sound of a growl rumbling beneath the surface of the Knight's voice. This was him. The no good bastard that had raped Rio all those months ago. Haven saw no brother in him, no family. All he saw was a creature that needed to pay for his unspeakable acts.

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